After riding everything else, I finally settled on a Harley for my last selection. The sport bikes are fun until you see an accident up close and watch a friend die thank to the 2 ton fly swatter. Though it would likely kill anyone on anything, the fact remained that his bike disintegrated and the EMS said that had the bike managed to stay intact for the initial impact, he might have been catapulted and landed with injuries instead of being blasted into the vehicle.

My Harley is hardly slow. While I don't have that jet-airplane take off, the shear acceleration on the road dominates the crotch rockets and I find most of them asking me "What the fuck?" at the nearest stop. Some don't want to look and try hard to appear to be unimpressed, though their obvious glances belie their calm demeanor. And so, from light to light, we play the game until they either turn off, stop, or ask.

cool now you can be one of those dick twists that go 120 mph on the highway endangering everyone else's lives while impressing absolutely no one but yourself. at least tuck in the back of your shirt when you ride it

How would that REALLY endanger anyone in a car? Besides totalling the back of the car theres really no danger in someone fully exercising the abilities of the vehicle they purchased. Besides how often do you see someone going 120? It isnt as if every streetbike owner has it fucken pinned constantly. You must have a pretty good like if you dont have anything better to bitch about.